MEERA:HIS BIHARI BRIDE

MEERA:HIS BIHARI BRIDE

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One runaway groom. One furious brother. One businessman in the wrong place at the wrong time. Meera was ready for her wedding-until her groom ran away, shaming her in front of the whole village. But her brother wasn't the kind to cry. He loaded his katta and dragged Delhi's youngest billionaire Aditya Singh into the mandap. At gunpoint, sindoor was smeared. The DJ played. And Aditya, dressed in sherwani and fury, became a Damaad by Dhamki. He hated the marriage. She hated the humiliation. But, Then he left her. Two years later- In a luxurious Delhi wedding, Aditya returns with Myra. But standing in the spotlight, running the show with quiet maturity... is Meera. Now engaged to Aansh Malhotra-Aditya's closest friend. He stares. She avoids. And the question burns between them: Was their story ever really over? ------- 📝 Author's Note: This is a story with no exes, no past flings, and no cheating. My hero is loyal from the start-no other woman, no distractions. Just raw emotions, forced fate, and a love that was never supposed to happen. Thanks for supporting a new writer 💙
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Each step, each round of the holy fire, led Meera and Shreyansh into a life they never expected, never planned, and never even imagined. Once strangers with separate paths, their lives were now intricately tangled, bound by fate's unpredictable design. "Now, fill the partition with vermillion on the bride's head," the priest announced. Shreyansh pinched some vermillion between his fingers. As an elderly lady unveiled Meera, Shreyansh's gaze fell upon her tear-streaked face. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if shielding herself from the harsh reality unfolding around her. With a heavy heart, Shreyansh filled her partition with the sacred red powder, some of it falling onto the bridge of her nose. "Aaj se aap dono pati patni hai, vivaah sampurn hua," the priest proclaimed, declaring them husband and wife. A wedding is supposed to be a joyous celebration, a sacred union filled with love and affection, the beginning of two lives intertwined in harmony. Yet, their wedding felt like a solemn ceremony devoid of joy. No music, no laughter, no celebration. Shreyansh stood up from the mandap and walked away, leaving Meera sitting there, still covered by her veil. Her fingers fidgeted with a pendant, the name "Vikram" etched into it. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she caressed the initial of Vikram's name. Unable to hold back her anguish, she whispered his name, "Vikram," before her body gave in to the overwhelming emotions and she fell unconscious.

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